Текст песни Татьяна Пучко - Попытка серенады

ATTEMPT Serenade

For a moment, stop,
Berths my berth.
I'm sick of this life -
And I want to start over.
Snow melts, steam floats, clubs,
And hangs the clouds in the sky.
And all that was before you -
It seems that there was no point.

And I will make the stars sing,
And you hear these songs.
I you ask: "Who is the poet"
And I answer: "Unknown."
Snow melts, steam floats, clubs,
And hangs the clouds in the sky.
But if it was not you -
Spring would not make sense.

And I in fact do not care
As far as I'm singing artfully.
All this seems to be funny -
And yet somehow sad.
Snow melts, steam floats, clubs,
And the clouds in the sky hangs ...
But the world in which there is no you,
Devoid of any meaning.

And you are standing, and I'm standing,
And we stand at the edge of the abyss.
But since I love you -
Resistance is futile.
Snow melts, steam floats, clubs,
And the clouds in the sky hangs ...
And the life that we do not have,
It seems to me senseless.